Timestamp: Summer 53, 512 AV
Time: Just Before Sunset
Location: Laviku's Secret
Who: Seven, Open to Others
Liandra handed the pretty human twenty-five golden Mizas, payment for a sunset tour and meal, before she stepped onto the ship. The ship was totally full of patrons, a fairly even split between visitors and citizens. She moved through the crowds, until she found a single table, and sat down, her stomach rumbling. She looked around at all the people, seeing many couples, holding hands, stealing kisses, and smiles, all smiles. And here she was, sitting alone at one of the most beautiful and unique restaurants in the city of gemstones. She remembered Sable Baggywrinkle, and her heart panged slightly. She knew that they would never have lasted, with her living in Riverfall, and with Svefra not being able to be tied down to one location. But there was a void that no amount of work, beauty, or distraction could fill. Liandra was lonely, and alone.
After several chimes, a man brought her a plate with a steaming fish upon it, and she wrinkled her face up at it. The man looked truly concerned, "Something wrong ma'am?"
"I'm sorry, but do you have something else? I can't eat meat."
The man looked embarrassed and nervous, "Uh one moment, ma'am, I'll uh, I'll go find the chef."
The man took the plate and disappeared back to where the cooking was being done, leaving Liandra to look around, her cheeks darkening. Like she needed more reminding that she was the odd one out on this boat and in this city. A blonde woman stormed back out, looking obviously offended, and Liandra shrunk down in her seat. The woman cut through the crowd, making her way for Liandra's table, looking like she was about to go into a tirade until her eyes fell on Liandra. "Oh by the gods, that idiot didn't tell me you were a Charoda! And here I was about to give you a tongue lashing about not eating my special of the day." The woman sat down across from Liandra, and summoned a server with the wave of a hand. "Bring us some steamed vegetables, rice, and a bottle of that new Steele wine. And not so heavy handed on the salt this time."
Liandra smiled sheepishly at the woman, "Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Oh not at all, you're Nessela's apprentice right? The ghost woman? What an interesting occupation, though I suppose it is more necessary than a ship that lets you look at the falls. So tell me more about yourself, I don't often get a chance to talk to my patrons."
Time: Just Before Sunset
Location: Laviku's Secret
Who: Seven, Open to Others
Liandra handed the pretty human twenty-five golden Mizas, payment for a sunset tour and meal, before she stepped onto the ship. The ship was totally full of patrons, a fairly even split between visitors and citizens. She moved through the crowds, until she found a single table, and sat down, her stomach rumbling. She looked around at all the people, seeing many couples, holding hands, stealing kisses, and smiles, all smiles. And here she was, sitting alone at one of the most beautiful and unique restaurants in the city of gemstones. She remembered Sable Baggywrinkle, and her heart panged slightly. She knew that they would never have lasted, with her living in Riverfall, and with Svefra not being able to be tied down to one location. But there was a void that no amount of work, beauty, or distraction could fill. Liandra was lonely, and alone.
After several chimes, a man brought her a plate with a steaming fish upon it, and she wrinkled her face up at it. The man looked truly concerned, "Something wrong ma'am?"
"I'm sorry, but do you have something else? I can't eat meat."
The man looked embarrassed and nervous, "Uh one moment, ma'am, I'll uh, I'll go find the chef."
The man took the plate and disappeared back to where the cooking was being done, leaving Liandra to look around, her cheeks darkening. Like she needed more reminding that she was the odd one out on this boat and in this city. A blonde woman stormed back out, looking obviously offended, and Liandra shrunk down in her seat. The woman cut through the crowd, making her way for Liandra's table, looking like she was about to go into a tirade until her eyes fell on Liandra. "Oh by the gods, that idiot didn't tell me you were a Charoda! And here I was about to give you a tongue lashing about not eating my special of the day." The woman sat down across from Liandra, and summoned a server with the wave of a hand. "Bring us some steamed vegetables, rice, and a bottle of that new Steele wine. And not so heavy handed on the salt this time."
Liandra smiled sheepishly at the woman, "Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Oh not at all, you're Nessela's apprentice right? The ghost woman? What an interesting occupation, though I suppose it is more necessary than a ship that lets you look at the falls. So tell me more about yourself, I don't often get a chance to talk to my patrons."
